A love like none other. Was it even love? Was it just simple, raw toxicity? What even is love? True love. Obsessions thrive. Raw emotions thrive. The fact people change for their lovers is shocking. How can one shapen, carve, and sculpt out pieces of themselves, for the ones they love? Was it even possible to do so? You can love someone, but will it ever be 'true' love? Or was it something greater? Something worth more than your kids, grandkids. What if it was born before you? Before anyone and everyone? Is that love? Or a curse?

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"Dove. My dove." Jimin spoke as he nipped at your neck. You had just returned from the shower.

Cursed. ** That's what the two of you were. Cursed to love. It was never even true love. You'd die in seconds if you were away from him, so would he. Love is a beautiful thing, too much is a curse.

"Darling dove, don't leave like that, I couldn't breathe." He spoke, his arms trailing around your waist. It was obsession. A thing out of bounds.

Cursed to love, to survive. To be ruthless to be with one another when fate wants to pull you apart and keep you together at the same time. Could it ever evolve, adapt into true love? Could it ever stand a chance in the world?

Or was being cursed to love better than not being in love at all?